Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.